Hey Darling, I Do Hope You Are Doing Well When You Read This.

Hey Darling, I do hope you are doing well when you read this.

I really want to read angst, and reading about all of your posts(I'm so sorry if that sounds weird or creepy😭) But Heavy angst with Ghost or König would be great!!

I've alsi been daydreaming about an arranged marriage with one of them, and reader loves them but his love is returned, seeing as Ghost/König continuelessly cheats on them.

Or something like that, I'll leave the rest up to you. But I beg, please make it as angsty as you can!!! (Male reader too, please...)

Hello !! 😇 Believe it or not i LOVE writint angst 🥶🥶, so i could try!!

It'll probably be a gn readet as always, but I'll think ahout it ^^

Thank you for tje RQ! 🙈💞

ITS 22:18 AND I SHOUOD BE SLEEPING YET INSYEAD I READ THIS AND OH. MY. GOD I DONT TJINK I CAN SLEEP NOW 😫😫😫💦💦

GIRLIE THIS WAS SO GOOD YOU HAD ME HOOKED FROM. BEGINNING TO END??????? 😭🙏🙏💞💞💞💕💕💞💓💓

I **LOVED** YOUR WRITNG AND YOUR WRITING WAS ***SO*** GOOD!!!!!! For some reason, it reminds me of all the Russian novels I have been reading lately ☺️💓,, without the sex OBVIOUSLY DJSJAJA 😖✋

-`♡´- Lieutenant's patience.

Pairing: Simon "ghost" Riley/fem!reader

Word count: 3.421k

Warning: Drabble, Praise Kink, Profanity, Oral Sex, Pussy Licking, Jealous Simon, Jealous Sex, Fingering

A/N: I'm ashamed to publish this but…I decided to then lol, sorry in advance for the mistakes in the text, I finished this at 2 am..And I’m still just a beginner writer, so I hope for your help, support and normal criticism If you want something specific, I will be happy to try to make it happen!! 🙌💋

I TRANSLATED MY ALREADY READY FANFIC INTO ENGLISH, SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE IMPORTANCES!!

English is not my native language!

Who knew that the lieutenant’s patience was not as iron-clad as it seemed? Who knew that sometimes it’s better to really remain silent and not continue to test someone else’s endurance? Who knew that flirting with recruits at the base is not the best idea, who is your boyfriend, a fucking lieutenant, and stands literally on the other side of the room, perfectly hearing your conversations with another man who has not yet had time to get used to the new territory. On foreign territory. Nobody knew, damn it! You also didn’t think that she would be able to attract the lieutenant’s attention to her person.

The transfer from another unit was so unexpected that you yourself did not expect to move from your old base to a new one in just a week. One good thing is that thanks to your services at the front, the transfer took place quite quickly and without any consequences. Although the reason for the transfer was very funny: the management had changed, and the new captain didn’t really want to know that a woman would fall under his command. Funny, right? To the point of madness, you would say, if not for the fact that you managed to become very attached to those walls and to those people whom you had to leave. But there was no turning back: in such a job you can’t hold on to the past, otherwise it will eat you up, and you won’t even have time to realize that you’re already at the very bottom among your demons and fears.

But, fortunately, you quickly managed to get used to your new place of work. Perhaps the new base was much better than the previous one, and the staff was very nice. Especially when they don’t look at you like you’re a nuclear war. Yes, for men, a girl on a military base is a fucking shock and something new, but at the same time, girls in the army are like treasures, just try and touch them.. But they treated you not only as a military man whose word could be taken into account, but also as a person, and not as a piece of meat that can only be fucked somewhere in a dirty motel on the edge of town. And that made you happy. It truly made you happy.

And, as a rule, you quickly get used to good things. And so it happened: most of the soldiers treated you with respect, despite the opposite sex. Although at first you were confused by your lieutenant, under whose command you fell. The quiet man in the skull mask alone inspired fear. The girl didn’t even notice him right away. Their first acquaintance happened only during training, then she was able to see who he was. It would have been a sin not to hear the stories of other soldiers about their lieutenant, so getting to know him was no longer only a desire, but also a goal. But who said that this man is a damn closet that is two meters long and wide. Perhaps, when you first saw him, you thought that with your height you would be at most up to his chest. And you also didn’t think that literally two months later you would be covering your mouth with a gloved hand when the tongue of your cruel lieutenant would caress your pussy in the back room of his office, behind the door of which there were other people. His hands wrapped around your hips, pressing harder into your crotch, making you roll your eyes, dark with excitement, in pleasure. You didn’t think that in two months you would be in his room, sitting on your knees in front of him with your hands tied behind your back.

Looking at your lieutenant from the bottom up with hungry eyes, slowly rubbing your cheek against the erect penis in his pants, causing quiet sighs from the man above. You couldn’t even imagine that just three months after the transfer you were able to conquer this cold man who looks at everyone else as if he wants to kill and is ready to bury their bones in his backyard without a drop of regret. A man whose elbows have long been covered in blood treats you as if you were the last plant in this whole world. And, perhaps, you really like it. It's hard to imagine who wouldn't like this, right?

But now you continue to calmly communicate with the recruit. A slight smile from you, and the guy’s cheeks are already all red. And it’s very good that you don’t see what’s happening behind your back: a man in a skull mask aggressively stirs his tea with a spoon, never ceasing to stare at his girlfriend. And he can't let anyone else even look at the object of his adoration, let alone start a normal conversation. Of course, jealousy is not always a good thing in a relationship, but in his defense, Ghost can say that he will not allow himself to interfere until he understands that you are in danger. Then nothing will be able to stop him.

One of your team members, Soap, is sitting next to Simon right now, just grinning, realizing that this guy will most likely suffer the wrath of his lieutenant tomorrow during morning training. She pats the man lightly on the shoulder and leaves the break room. He doesn’t even react to someone else’s touch, continuing to look at you, who is still talking to another guy.

In an instant, Simon stands up so loudly that you even flinch a little, looking at the object of the noise. The man slowly makes his way to the sink to wash his mug. And that guy, whose name you don’t even know, continues to say something about his dog and about his brother, whom he talked about earlier.

All the soldiers on the base knew who your boyfriend was and who they would have to deal with if anyone allowed themselves to offend you. And everyone also knew that the lieutenant’s anger was a truly terrible thing. But the recruits, in principle, would not have time to learn all the so-called "rules" of this place. And some learn these rules from their own mistakes.

—Sergeant, to my office. - Simon stops in the aisle and speaks loudly enough so that not only you can hear his words, but also the guy who froze after the words of his lieutenant. There was already a lump in your throat from the realization of what this man could do to you in his office. And thoughts immediately appeared in my head that tomorrow this poor guy would be smashed during morning training so that he wouldn’t even be able to get out of his bed for several days.

—Now.

—I'll be there in a few minutes, Lieutenant. - after your words, the man only nodded, after which he left the rest room, and you allowed yourself to relax and close your eyes.

—Something happened? Why did he call you into his office so unexpectedly? - the recruit showed curiosity, looking into your no less surprised face and… Oh, if he knew what suffering he doomed himself to at the moment when he decided to talk to you.

—Everything is fine, dont worry. Most likely, he wanted to provide details about the new task. - you are already getting up from the table, heading towards the exit from the rest room, when the recruit also gets up and blocks your path to leaving the room. He was much shorter than Ghost, so you didn’t have to lift your head to look him in the eyes.

—Exactly? Maybe I'd rather go with you? - the guy still did not calm down, continuing to intrude with his questions, which were no longer appropriate at all.

— Better worry about yourself, believe me. - you grin and walk around the guy, almost managing to leave the rest room when that boy grabs your hand, looking questioningly into your eyes.

—You’ll find out everything tomorrow, but now I have to go, excuse me.

You free your hand and leave the break room, hoping that this guy won’t think of following you into the lieutenant’s office. And if he decides to do this, then rest in peace, because he will immediately face an angry man who will force him to scrub the toilets with a toothbrush until the toilets begin to shine so much that you can see your reflection in them.

The anger of a jealous person is truly terrible, and it is especially terrible when this jealous person is your lieutenant. And only God knows what he is capable of.

Your legs feel like cotton wool as you stand outside Simon’s office. You, poor thing, can’t even imagine what awaits you there. Simon's anger? Disappointment? Ignore? Together? In this situation, it’s easier not to speculate, but to go inside and find out everything the hard way. From the very beginning of this peculiar relationship, you guessed that Ghost would be a rather jealous person by nature. But after the first instance of his jealousy, you didn’t think that you would be so wrong. Poor co-worker who dared to tell you that your place is in the kitchen, but not on a military base…that same evening that guy looked like a fucking corpse after sparring with Ghost. Not to say that you were scared, but the shock was really quite strong. Shock at what Simon is willing to do for his beloved.

There is a soft knock on the door, to which a soft “come in” is heard behind the door. Entering the room and closing the door behind you, you saw Simon standing in front of the window with his back to it, holding a cigarette in his hands. There was smoke from cigarettes in the office, which had already become so deeply ingrained under your skin that it no longer caused as much discomfort as before, when you were still a civilian. The man doesn’t even turn around when someone comes into his office. He didn't need to guess who it was. He knew. He felt your eyes burning a hole into his back. He always felt when you looked at him or were simply nearby. It was as if he had found his soul mate, the other part of himself. And he really liked to feel your penetrating gaze, hands and feel the warmth of his beloved girl next to him.

With slow steps, you approach Simon’s back, hugging him from behind and fastening your hands on his torso, resting your forehead against the strong muscles, and in response you feel a gloved hand covering your hands. The only sounds in the room are Simon's heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The tension was felt a kilometer away, but there was no fear. You have never felt fear around your man. Only comfort and safety, which you were incredibly happy about.

—Are you mad at me? - your quiet voice breaks the silence between you in the room. The heart makes another somersault, painfully hitting the ribs in the chest, while the stomach twists with excitement. Nobody knows what will come to the lieutenant's mind. Even God probably couldn't read his mind

—At you? Oh no, my dear, I'm not mad at you. - Simon turns around in your arms, forcing you to raise your head to look into his eyes, which are not hidden by the mask. He puts one hand on your chin, forcing you to look even higher, and the other hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. —I’m angry that this little brat decided to test not only fate, but also my patience, - smiling sweetly at you and continuing to talk about something that you didn’t even ask.

Simon leans over to whisper something in your ear, and your legs are already giving way because the gears are spinning and the puzzle is coming together in your head, anticipating what will happen in this office for the next hour. —And I also know that this fucker probably didn’t listen to you and followed you. —And I guarantee: right now he is standing at the door, eavesdropping on our conversation. - you swallow nervously, and in response you hear only a deep laugh in your ear and Ghost’s hand, which moves to your thigh, gently stroking it.

—So why don’t we brighten up his evening? What do you think, my dear?

He moves away from the girl, taking with him the necessary warmth. He looks down from top to bottom, waiting for an answer to his proposal. Even through his mask you could feel that Simon was smiling now. He looks with superiority from the realization that you are his and only his in front of him in the next hour, and not a single person in this world will allow you to interfere with you now.

He bends down again, first raising the mask to the level of his nose, freeing part of his face from the embrace of the rough fabric. He cups your face with his hands and kisses you with intensity, he pushes the leather chair away from the table with his foot and presses it into it so hard that it hurts. He removes his palms from your face and grabs you by your buttocks, sits you on the table, throws all the papers off it somewhere on the floor.

And he doesn’t care what happens to these reports later: Simon has other things that are important and interesting. His hands are everywhere, every imprint leaves a burn on your body. But these burns are ridiculously good. Few. it's not enough for you. More, more, more. you need more of his touch, you need more of his body. He wants to merge into one, even through his clothes he feels like he’s floating next to him. He drowns himself in it headlong.

He breaks away from your lips and looks with hunger. It's not enough for him either. And he kisses again, this time stronger. He unfastens the belt on your army trousers and pulls them down, after which he throws the fabric somewhere to the side. And he puts his hand into your underwear, immediately pressing against your pubis. He didn’t even take off his gloves, which is why the touches feel unusual and strange. He takes a few steps back from you, looking at you: half naked, with swollen lips, but his. And the most important thing is that it is his. Nothing more is needed.

He comes closer and kneels in front of you to look up to you. Oh gods, how she loves seeing her man in this position. With swollen lips, a twinkle in his eyes and trembling hands. You feel loved next to him. Feels like he needs her. That it’s not just that it’s next to him, but that it’s really necessary, like oxygen.

—Come on, my girl, help me. - He kisses the inner thigh and pats the sides with his hand. There is an uncertain nod from the girl, after which she rises a little on the table, helping the man pull off her underwear and throw it somewhere to the side. He’s not even going to take off his mask, which makes his insides clench even more. But you even like to see him like this.

Yes, you naturally saw him without fabric on his face, but right now she gives some special charm to the man who kneels in front of her and looks with such admiration that his eyes roll back.

—Atta girl.

He bites the inside of his thigh, and then kisses that place, as if apologizing for his bite. But he really wants, even wants, that after your night together, your whole body will be covered with his marks: bites, hickeys, bruises - it doesn’t matter at all, the main thing is that he was the one who left them last night. He wants everyone else at the base to see them, to know that this girl already belongs to someone else and not even dare to approach her, much less flirt with her. Yes, Simon was definitely a fucking owner, but on the one hand you even liked it.

You liked that there was a man in the world who wanted to show everyone else that this girl was already taken. Yes, you love it like crazy.

He Literally digs his mouth into your crotch, causing you to moan softly. You throw your head back as Ghost swirls his tongue around your clit, making you arch your back. No matter how much Simon plays the role of that man in a relationship, he is really happy to do something stupid to make you happy. And he really loves making you cum from his tongue. To end in such a way that your consciousness will balance between sleep and reality. End up in such a way that your screams will be heard not only at your own base, but also on another continent in principle.

He penetrates the vagina with his tongue, causing the girl to fall with her back on the surface of the table, finally throwing off the remnants of things from it. With your vaginal walls you feel how the tip of her tongue presses on some sensitive point, causing a too loud moan to escape from your chest. you immediately press your hand to your mouth, trying to suppress your own pleasure. Simon pulls away from her and stands up, looking into her eyes.

—If you try to drown yourself out again, I’ll fuck you for so long and so hard that you won’t even be able to get out of bed for several weeks. Understood me? - leans towards you so that his lips almost touch yours. He is waiting for at least some sign from the girl under him, while stroking with his fingers your clit in gloves, causing pleasant sensations throughout your body.

And you nod, removing your hand from your mouth, after which his lips are pressed into yours again, gently crushing them. One hand strokes your waist through your army T-shirt, and with the other hand he reaches inside. Two fingers at once pleasantly stretch the walls, causing another moan, which comes out rather quiet, because the mouth is completely occupied with something else.

Simon pulls away from your lips, and between them there remains a thin string of saliva that still connects the two people. He continues to move his fingers inside, watching your unhappy face. Analyzes you, chooses how it will be better for you, learns from your mistakes so that you get maximum pleasure not only from his penis, but also from tongues and fingers.

—Good girl. Show others how much you like my fingers. Let others hear how good you feel with me. Let this little fucker understand that he can't even stand next to you. - he smiles when his movements inside the girl’s eyes roll back in pleasure. It doesn’t matter to him whether he gets pleasure himself, the main thing is that you achieve the long-awaited orgasm from his actions.

—Don’t hold back, I want to hear you. - and he kneels again, beginning to draw peculiar patterns around the clitoris. He continues to move inside, licks, pulls into himself, sucks: he does everything so that you get a release. He feels a woman’s hand pull off his mask and throw it somewhere, after which she digs her fingers into his blond hair and pulls him closer. She pulls so hard that it seems like she will rip a clump of hair from his head. But he's ready to get over it.

And he succeeds.

You let out a loud moan, and your body trembles. And Simon doesn’t stop even after your wet thighs squeeze his head. He feels your vagina pulsating, but he continues to move his fingers. He doesn’t stop for a second, but continues at an accelerated pace. He hears your heavy breathing and humbly waits for you to release him from his peculiar captivity.

—I hope you understand that it’s better not to anger me, honey? -Ghost gets up from his knees and places his arms around her body, leaning against the table.

—If you’re going to be that angry, I’m ready to act like a total bitch every day.

tags- @simp4konig I COULD NOT RESIST SORRY DON'T SCORE😭😭✋

hello, I read your latest könig fic where reader own a bed and breakfast, it was an interesting concept and your writing is very good. However I did notice that you have the fic labeled as gender neutral at the top, but you seem to have subconsciously given the reader some fem characteristics. You had König call reader a "maid turned housewife" and then described how their customers slip extra money into their *purse*. You also generally kept implying them to be very petite, physically weak, and very small in build, which is usually how female reader inserts are described.

I'm not pointing this out to be rude, I just want to help make sure everyone tags and labels things correctly. It's pretty common for a fic to be labeled as "gender neutral" but then keeps describing the reader with feminine language/fem characteristics, which is sometimes a little disappointing that it doesn't *really* seem to be gender neutral. It can make some people a little uncomfortable if they weren't expecting it (mainly nonbinaries and male readers). I'm not discouraging you, your writing was actually good! I'm just saying it would be nice if you could be careful to avoid using feminine traits to describe gender neutral readers, or if not then just label the whole thing as Fem reader if you don't want to change it. that way readers that are not women will know to just scroll past if it wasn't written for them. (:

Hi !! Thabks for pointing it out 🙌 these are all very valid 😇

I appreciate your feedback! Really got me thinking ahaha 💞☺️

I have attempted to write comprehensively ! Hope i have articulated my points the way I intended, but lmk if you want more clarification ✌️

These, as a matter of fact, were intentional ^^"" :

It is widely assumed that König is 6'10, and he is evidently very muscular; therefore, any average person would be dwarfed by not just his height ans his weight, but also his build. That is the reason for the reader being depicted as "petite" — regardless of one's height and weight (the typical consensus).

The inspiration for this was Four In A Bed (A British competition show, of B&B hosts showcasing their accommodation and being rated by other hosts, all broadcast on TV — trust, it's really good! 😇🙏) , and from the episodes that *I* have watched, I am yet to see a muscular person, and/or a person whose height could be compared to König's.

People tended to have average height, some slightly taller, some slightly smaller, so I attempted to keep the height neither too tall (6'6ft+) nor too short (>5ft).

People tended not to be muscular nor overtly strong, given that most ordered produce and had only cooking, washing up, cleaning, and dusting to do. These are not activities where you exert yourself, so for reader to carry the rucksack upstairs — to König, likely weighing nothing, 50kgs+ at least — would have been a tasking endeavour.

Am I saying a B&B owner can be neither tall nor strong? No. But in order to cater to everyone while adding some humour into the fanfiction, I have made their body type ambiguous.

I doubted (at the time of writing) that König would know the male ver. of "housewife" and "maid", and in particular, gender-neutral terms of said nouns, as German is stressed not to have gender-neutral terms. I acknowledged at the time of writing that this was leaning towards a female reader, but it seemed to me that this is what König would say in this situation as a creepy joke. I mean, I guess this isn't really a good point, but if fandoms can call males "babygirl" and "housewife", even as a joke, is it not possible that said males would actually enjoy such positions as it brings them pride to contribute in domesticities?

Purses are not strictly for females. Despite these being widely attributed to females, men (and anyone who identifies as non binary/non conforming/etc) can carry them. I used "purse" in this context not due to me leaning to a female reader, but because I tend to associated these with carrying coins as opposed to stacks of bills, which personally painted a funny image in my mind :'); like, these twentys and fiftys protruding out of a purse designed to carry ~£400 at most. "Wallet" (to me) is where one keeps their credit/debit card[s], bills, coins, photographs, etc. A wallet (in my eyes) had too big of a capacity to contain bills in comparison to a purse, especially when taking into consideration that the B&B is in the "semi-countryside", implying that, while busy, it won't be packed with guests everyday (at least, that is the assumption I made when including this).

It is not customers, but the four soldiers that I hinted at (intended to be TF141, but it is a matter of motivation as to whether I ever decide to write their ver. ... 🥲). To state that it is customers could insinuate various things (especially about the female reader you claim) — they "slip money in their purse" as a token of gratitude for such homely service (regardless of their gender). A person can offer a traditional domestic experience without necessarily conforming to those attributes, and doing so in order to solely accommodate for their target demographic.

However, you will also notice that my post[s] is/are tagged with not only a gender-neutral reader, but a female and male. These do not influence my writing — I include these various tags in order to cater to everyone (and to have, in theory, more peope read it lolol 😝) While you could argue I have bias towards including female characteristics, I still proofread my work carefully and consider whether that word or that statement is gender-neutral? and if not, is there a reason?

However, as I type this now I realise it is impossible to cater to everybody. Yet, I will continue doing so, as some my mutuals are not all strictly female/male, but rather non conforming to gender norms, and it is important for me that they feel included too. But, with the that said, my fanfictions are not just written for non binary/non conforming individuals; they are written for EVERYONE! ✨🙌

Still, I cannot be expected to understand all of the nuances, eventhough I do my due diligence to try. If you, as a reader, feel uncomfortable reading any of my fanfictions, because they are not gender ambiguous enough, then you can always stop reading, and look for a more suitable one!! :'))

GUYS I'M PANICKIJG I KEAJT TO SAVE A POWT TO MY DRAFTS AND ITS NOTTHERE OMG PLS

ITS MEAJT TI BE A LATER POST I DNT WANT YOU GUYS TORBEAD IT WHEN IT LITERALLT HAS TOW SENTENCES DJSJAJAA

Edit: panicked for FUCKIJG notjing its saved there 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️ mb 💀☠️

SOSBSVSHSHDJDJSHSBSHSBSBSBSBSBSSHSHSHSHHAHHHA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💞💞💓💓💓💓💓💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕💕

Nikto and you - first child (part 1) .

what if I said... I was outside your window rn!! 😱 🙀

Pookie .. 😟 Where you at?? ☹️☹️☹️

Youre not here 😓 /j